There is nothing
more liberating than throwing yourself from the back of an aircraft
moving at 100 mph, and then 60 seconds later, saving your own
life! Skydiving, for me, represented absolute freedom. Regrettably,
I have had to give up the sport. I have subsequently transferred
that freedom and joy into my quilting. Quilting is limited only
by imagination and ability.
I don’t ever remember a time that I did not sew. The first
things I remember making were doll clothes for my baby dolls.
I learned to embroidery on pillowcases and tablecloths. Then came
the year I started my growth spurt and was 5’6” and
96 pounds! Needless to say, that was the year I learned to sew
clothing.
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have always sewn, but had never tried my hand at quilting until
1990, when my career took me to a remote Alaskan community. I ended
up in Bethel, Alaska; 400 miles West of Anchorage, accessible only
by air. I jokingly told everyone that I was going to learn basket
weaving! I didn’t find anyone to teach me basket weaving,
but I did find a terrific bunch of ladies called the “Crazy
Kusko Quilters”.
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on the tundra can be very drab and boring. There is not much color
or variation, and it’s the only place I ever hope to live
where I can see the curvature of the earth from my kitchen window!
I immediately enjoyed all the colors and textures that quilting
had to offer. The camaraderie of the guild was a lifesaver for me.
Quilting, creating and learning made the four years I was in Bethel
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Alaska, I went way out on a limb and signed up for a three-year
tour of duty in Puerto Rico. Did you know that there are languages
that do not have a word for quilt? I was shocked and amazed that
in the tropics there was a glaring lack of cotton fabric available.
I didn’t get much quilting done, but I did learn to skydive
and scuba dive.
I now call Arizona home. I have been in Prescott for eight years
and have now relocated to Tucson.
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